"...Ah? What are you talking about?"
The class president looked surprised as if the other party was spouting some fantastical nonsense.
"You must have been transported here by that Evil Spirit's abilities, right?" The old woman remained serious, pointing towards a huge, illusory outline of a woman standing in the wilderness, "The other party wouldn't do such a thing without purpose; this is a trap."
"But we haven't encountered anyone else along the way."
The one responding was Lin Xingjie.
"Aside from you. I actually think that you resemble a trap more."
"Do you really think so?"
The old woman countered.
"Compared to Meng Zheng, you think I am less trustworthy?"
She spoke so frankly that everyone didn't know how to respond.